Chapter 13
Blood streamed down his face as another foam grenade was launched back at the blue-armored figure. Like with all the others, his halberd had a magnetic repulser, tuned specifically to manipulate the PRT foam grenades being returned to him, and with a wave of his weapon the small orb deflected to his side and away from the larger conflict.
"This can end in a way that doesn't send you to the Cage, Skidmark." Armsmaster had, early in his career, made a habit of attending Toastmaster meetings in his civilian identity. The authoritative tone in his voice was as much the result of hard work as any of his technology.
The rampaging gang lord in front of him practically vibrated with rage, "Fuck you, you fucking dicksnorting fucking trashcan! I want my money, and I want my fucking stash! You want me to calm down, give my fucking shit back, and catch the motherfuckers who robbed me!"
Excellent.
The Protectorate leader had offered now, for the third time, a way for the villain to deescalate peacefully. The parahuman moron wasn't smart enough to use his power creatively, so after Miss Militia, Dauntless, and Velocity destroyed their armored garbage truck, ran off Squealer, and captured Mush, the Merchant leader was left alone, by himself, no way to escape or weasel his way out of capture.
Today was the kind of day that made all the frustrations worth it.
In addition to public speaking practice, he had as a young man developed a habit of watching footage of prominent parahuman battles, arrests, and miscellaneous encounters. Steeling himself, he filled his lungs for a shout, bellowing a cry he had heard an East Coast cape made before launching an assault on some 90s era villain.
Lunging forward, Armsmaster tried not to roll his eyes as the wildly telegraphed attack let Skidmark dodge him, the black man retreating across the street with a sneering laugh. Civilian traffic had wisely fled the moment the battle broke out, the random street near the docks an empty valley between the buildings on either side. PRT transports had cut off either side of the street, boxing them in, and typically this is where low-life scum like Skidmark ran through a Pharmacy and out the back door to avoid arrest.
But not today. Today his foe stood his ground.
Interesting.
The fading light from the sun cast long shadows on the street as Armsmaster got to his feet from his 'fall'. Moving across from him like hands on a watch, Skidmark moved another few feet back across the street, his back to a nearby parked car.
"Someone robbed you?" Armsmaster asked, almost conversationally.
The snarl on his quarries face was savage, "Might have killed my fucking man, too, and when I cat-" The rest of his rant was cut short by the remote detonated foam grenade, deflected to where it now sat, expanding into a cloud of porous clingy foam from where it sat just behind the snarling black man's decaying shoes. It really had been just that simple.
"Interesting," Colin lied, "I'll make a note to bring that up in your interrogation."
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"You expect me to shed any tears for you?"
All the frustration was worth it, for moments like this. Skidmark, recently bathed against his will, was sitting shackled to the floor, a device built by Armsmaster on his wrist. Any change in air currents in the room, a consequence of his power, would send a dose of sedative into the man's system sufficient to knock him unconscious, and thankfully their recently captured guest didn't seem keen to try his luck.
Next to the villain was a slight man in a cheap suit, "My client simply requests the same regard you'd giv-"
Skidmark ground his gnarled teeth, "Fuck you, man. Just shut the fuck up. I'll do my time, in normal fucking prison because you dumb motherfuckers don't have anything on me to send me up to fucking Maple Leaf Supermax, and in the mean time, I want these shitloving dickheads to look into my missing shit." Slowly, Skidmark, Maurice Grassley, lifted his hand to point at Emily and Hannah, sitting across from him in the small 'Interview' room.
"Go on," The PRT Director said, "Tell me. Did the big bad Skidmark get mugged?"
A murderous look came and went on the villain's face before he sighed, "Listen. This shit is fucking serious. You think things are bad now? I kept my head down. The Dragon wants him and his to be left alone, and you can't do that. The fucking Empire wants to take over the city, and you sure as shit can't let that happen. But me? All I wanted was to get high, fuck Sherrel, and maybe go out and kick a cracker in the dick every now and then."
Emily narrowed her eyes, "And you think we can live with that?"
Both Skidmark and his lawyer looked exasperated at that, "Yes, obviously. I mean, you fucking did, for like years."
"You never did what you did today, it forced our hand," Miss Militia interjected. She had her mask on, a pointed contrast to the unmasked, orange-clad villain, and she addressed him with a touch more sympathy than the loser deserved. Emily trusted it was a tactic though, both women had smelt the man when he was brought in, not an experience that left you feeling very kind.
Maurice breathed in and out, his system wiped clean thanks to Panacea, the 'Donation' to her parent's hero group a small price to pay to get the man sober and coherent again.
"Some motherfucker stole all my cash. They stole all my shit, my druuuuugs," The last was said as a long mocking insult to his lawyer, who finally sighed and put their paperwork back into the briefcase at their feet. "You think this is acceptable fucking behaviour? I might, miiiiiight have gotten a little too high this afternoon and gone out to burn down an Empire club, but hey, they killed Carwash, they had it coming."
Something about what he said seemed to catch Hannah's ear, then Emily recognized the Alias too.
"You... that's not a cape name. You mean Harcourt 'Carwash' Wallace?"
Skidmark smiled, his yellow teeth a match to his pockmarked ruin of a face, "His name was Harcourt? God damn, no wonder he let people call him Carwash. Yeah, him, the Empire killed him."
"No," The Director said, with as little confidence in the word as she felt in her mind, "Brockton PD put it down as either an unknown cape, or possibly not cape-related at all. We got a copy of the report. A fourth floor apartment, five bodies, all with injuries consistent with gunshots, all complicated by heavy damage to each body possibly by post-mortem wounds."
"Yeah," Skidmark said, his voice condesending, "Five dead black men, fucking Empire did it, skid row bro."
"None of that is consistent with a typical cape crime scene," Hannah spoke up, "No credit was taken, no other cape involved. It's possible a tinker built explosive bullets that could cause those wounds, but there are mundane weapons that can do the same. It's listed as unsolved, as I recall, there wasn't much evidence to suggest a motive."
That seemed to piss their guest off again, another barking angry laugh escaping him, "That's because they stole all my fucking money out of the walls. Not supposed to have any other incriminating shit at a stash house. That's what makes it a stash house. That was the first of eight, you fucking cunts."
"Eight more robberies?"
His lawyer had moved on to playing some kind of game on his phone, while Skidmark shifted uncomfortably in his chair, "Four robberies, four crews just fucking dissapearing. The Empire snatched 'em up like it wasn't even a thing."
Looking at Miss Militia, The Director gave her a little shrug. As far as they knew, none of this had popped on their radar. The Empire had been quiet lately, the big attack out on the docks a major change of their usual operating tempo as well as a major embarrassment. It was still a detestable sign of how violent gangs bred destruction, but Emily believed it when Kaiser had said it wasn't authorized. It was what made the Empire 88 such a threat, they were smart evil, not stupid evil like the one they had in front of them now.
"Do you have proof? Names of these men? Any other crime scenes?"
Skidmark shrugged, an annoyed look on his face, "I mean, Pookie, Crawdad, Little Crawdad. Shit, bitch, you think I bother to learn the fucking help's names." He turned to Miss Militia, "Do you know this fat bitch's fucking real name?"
"Yes!" Hannah said, confounded.
"Well, fuck you then. I don't know shit about dick, that's not my fucking job, I'm in charge. I had Carwash, Holy Man, Beans, all them fucking guys to do that shit."
The meeting was being recorded, and both women made a point of not writing the names down, not that the lawyer bought it. Emily shrugged, "All of this is immaterial. You are wanted for a," She nodded at his legal representative who was finally engaged again, "lengthy series of existing warrants. You are correct, from a practical standpoint, you are unlikely to be sent to Baumann. But, you will go to federal prison for what I hope will be the rest of your natural life."
Skidmark didn't respond, but his teeth ground so hard that Emily expected to see sparks.
"So, Mr. Grassley. I'm afraid I will not be offering you a chance to rebrand and join the Protectorate. There is no other director in the program I hate enough to burden them with you. That leaves you a limited choice to soften your landing in the United State Correctional System. Really, one choice."
Emily had given this speech to at least two-dozen minor villains over the years, but none as senior as Skidmark. As much of a stain as the main was, the Merchants were still front-page news in this town. Typically she'd see either defiance, or the slow acceptance that the cape would rather sell out their criminal contacts in exchange for a nicer cell, but instead Skidmark only looked confused.
"What's to tell? I told you dumb fucks. There's no fucking gang left."
The Director felt Miss Militia tense up, "Clarify that for us."
"I mean, I told you," The man said, yellow teeth flashing, "It's. All. Gone. Safe houses clear, stashes gone. I only ever had to remember like, six phone numbers, to put into new burner phones. Well, fucking Carwash is dead, and nobody else is picking up the phone, probably lining a fucking cabbage garden now. I don't fucking know these knobwasher's home addresses. I got important shit to remember. Cape shit."
Both women leaned in, the full implications of what he was saying finally made clear.
"Mr. Grassley," Emily got out, keeping her bile down at having to play nice, "Now, that does sound concerning. Let's hear more about that.
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"Squealer is a tinker, and we found and raided what we believe to be her primary workshop. Mush is in our custody, but since he's barely a person," Armsmaster ground out, "He's not exactly been a font of useful intelligence. There were other, very minor capes, affiliated with the Merchants, but with their leadership and support structure gone, they'll return to being independents, or just leave town, like hopefully Squealer will. Madam Director, with that, the Protectorate's interest in the Merchants is officially over. No villains," Colin said with a shrug, "No need for heroes."
That answer left Renick feeling queasy. The begrudging acceptance growing on the Director's face wasn't helping.
"I can't say that the Parahuman Response Teams disagree. If they re-emerge, that's different, but the big concern is that as an organization, they might retain villains, or break Skidmark out. But if not, then it's no longer a problem. It doesn't exist anymore."
People thought Deputy Director David Renick was a weak person, he knew it. Not as forceful as Emily Piggot with her pedigree as a combat officer. Not as slick, or as connected, as Thomas Calvert. But what he had, and neither they, nor the armored hero in front of him had, was a legitimate background in law enforcement.
"It bears consideration," Renick said, "To think about who absorbed the Merchant assets."
Armsmaster tapped the folders arrayed in front of him, "Neither the Empire, nor the ABB, are exactly in position to take on African-American criminals into their membership. Perhaps they were all killed, or left town." He looked bored by the conversation, and Emily only didn't because she was more professional.
That line of thinking was, to put it mildly, dismissive. "Or it's something new. That happens, it happened when Lung came into town, and case-in-point, it happened when Skidmark appeared, knitting all the unaffiliated street criminals into the merchants."
"The difference," Armsmaster said, as if explaining to a child, "Is that both were accomplished via parahuman strongmen. Even Skidmark. That is the pattern. But there's been no high profile new cape, no conflict. No sign of anything like that."
His boss cleared her throat, "It's possible that you're right, David. But I'm classifying this non-parahuman affiliated, and kicking it back to Brockton PD as a mundane matter."
That was irresponsible, but there was nothing that the Deputy Director could do about it. He just didn't see it. The Merchants weren't an organically formed organization. It took Parahuman powers to keep a group that size together, otherwise they'd see some of these underbosses that served Skidmark reappearing doing business for themselves. But so far, nothing.
And if a parahuman had taken over the Merchants, if they weren't crowing about it, what were they doing?
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"That's right you old bitch, eat my fucking pussy."
Sophia reached up to high five the man sitting next to her, Emma's mother bouncing in his lap, her big white tits bouncing in the random Association man's face. Zoe Barnes still looked a little like the stuck up white housewife who had given her daughter's 'Little New Friend' such hard looks, but just with the slut-factor turned up to a hundred. "Bite my boobs, Manuel!" The woman squealed as the equally middle-aged Hispanic man underneath her fucked her thrashing body. Now Zoe remembered all the men's names, so she could turn that mom energy up in the middle of a gangbang. Her fiery hair framed a face lined with a little age, but still beautiful.
Sophia still preferred her own mom. Fuck Zoe Barnes.
Their plan to send fucking Skidmark off the rails had worked like a charm, the news had just hit that they were sending him out of state to a Protectorate holding facility. As long as he was out of her hair, well, it didn't matter to Sophia where he went.
They had won.
She was upstairs in the growing sprawl of rooms that comprised the Lazarette, now spread over both floors above the Shoreline bar. The more junkie-ass Merchants had been left by the wayside, while Beans had handpicked the best the gang had to offer, bringing them over to the Association. Now, the lines were blurred, dock men and bangers all singing and knocking beers together, toasting Skidmarks ejection from Brockton Bay.
"Oh fuck," Sophia grunted, her mother's ears pressed flat between her thighs. Gloria, as bottom bitch and Madam, had taken to giving herself to the hero of the hour. Most nights an operation went down, that meant the curvy and vivacious woman would dedicate her energy to sexually pleasing her daughter. At first, it had felt weird, but it wasn't like Danny would ever think of anyone other than Taylor as a committed thing. The first time they had started out slow, at Taylor's suggestion, just making out. That had turned into sucking on each other's tits, which led quickly to 69ing. Sophia had to admit, her mom had a rocking body now.
Gloria looked best naked, or so Sophia thought, big hanging tits, chocolate brown and sooth, thick thighs and hips bouncing as she walked, it felt wrong to hide that body in any way. The sight of her mother's seductive face and those lips just made for sucking pussy just got Sophia so fired up. So when news had filtered back that the last Merchant safehouse, Skidmark's personal flop, had been set aflame along with Squealer's workshop beneath it, the smart money had been on the lean and frightening Association enforcer Shadow Stalker being responsible.
The doting mother had stood nude, reclining slightly on the bar on the second floor, making casual conversation when Sophia had strode in, hair still smoking with bloodstains on her costume. In one graceful movement the teenager had peeled her bottoms off, stepped out of them, and thrown a leg up over the bar, her dripping pussy hovering navel height in front of her mom. Gloria had bent down and given her daughter's lower lips a champion's kiss, tongue wetly and loudly slurping at her pussy like a long lost lover finally come home. Her smoke-stained gloves reached down to seize her mother's hair, grinding the woman who bore her hard against her dripping cunt.
People had been shocked the first time they had seen the older black woman debase herself serving the black villain girl, but no longer. By now, the old hands just rolled their eyes while people newly invited to the club goggled at the site. Gloria was cool and collected with most people, but the famous Shadow Stalker? The older woman worshiped the younger's body, leaving conversations mid-sentence. If she didn't see Sophia coming, her daughter would kick her mom onto all fours and spear her ass on a strap-on, fucking her into a mewling wreck if front of anyone.
Even the men who suspected, or just knew, that they were mother and daughter had learned to take it in stride.
Rules were different, for capes.
"God, your tongue is nice," Sophia had to admit. They had fucked in every room in the club, her mom spreading her legs to get railed by a strap-on in one room, kneeling behind a bent-over Sophia in another and rimming her daughter's ass until Sophia had enough. The sight of the lean muscular girl leading the older woman by pulling on one hard nipple had become a routine sight for the senior members of the club.
Sophia held nothing back, in here, their fortress, she could be exactly what she wanted. Her mother had emerged from the gray to take on almost as much color as Emma, as soon as she put her mouth to better uses than trying to run her daughter's life. Looking down at the top of her mom's face, she could see the resemblance, the older women face a little older, sluttier, and weaker than her own. Still, feeling her nipples scrapping on her mom's back as she rode her strap-on, or fucking her throat until sweat was pouring over the 'Madam's big fat tits, all that shit got her motor running so goddamn hard. Track wasn't shit compared to this, fucking her mom was such a fantastic workout!
Her mother's hair was matted to her scalp, the woman sweaty as she slurped and lapped at Sophia's folds. She looked up, meeting her daughter's eyes, true love, not that fake shit Sophia had no choice but to accept, filled her eyes. The girl reveled in her mother's total submission, her mom's mouth working hard on her cunt. A wet slurping sound filled the room. Gloria knew by now better than to respond with anything other than continued full focus on her daughter's release. Sophia had learned just how hard to squeeze, clawing her mother's pussy, to maximize pain over pleasure. But Gloria hadn't needed much of that. She had finally learned to show Sophia a little respect for once.
"Fuck," Sophia muttered, "You're really getting good at this you old bitch." Despite her still smoldering resentment of her mother, a smile crossed the athletic girl's face. Her mom was just too damn hot of a slut to hate. Her orgasm has crashed over her, and now all that was left was to ride out the aftershocks. Sophia's nipples were hard little points of pleasure, pushing against her costume top. She gripped the back of her mother's hair, mashing the woman's face between her daughter's legs, finally releasing her with a sharp exhale of breath. Sophia bit hre on tongue, not enough to draw blood, but simply to enjoy the pain along with the pleasure.
"Jobs not over yet, mom," She said, the hint of fondness surprising even her.
The parahuman girl twisted on the couch, body facing the back, her knees settling on the fabric seat, and her ass out in the air. Sophia's mother's hands pulled her daughter's ass apart, and the teenagrer hissed in delight as a tongue wormed its way up her ass. By now this was a dance her mom knew quite well how to perform, and the long slow spiral of Gloria's wet tongue on Sophia's anus dragged guttural sounds of satisfaction from her daughter's mouth.
A little trial and error, or a lot, had taught Sophia that this would tease out long aftershocks, the sheer depravity of the filthy act of her mom rimming her out, simply overriding her every nerve. She felt the muscles of her ass wrestling with her mother's tongue, fighting to gain power over the invader, but the older woman simply ground her tongue in deeper, making out with her daughter's anus as passionately as with her vagina. They had been left alone, Zoe and the other man going to get drinks, and it was oddly intimate, the two Hess women sharing a moment.
"Love you, mama," Sophia said quietly, feeling her mother's fingers teasing her clit.
A soft wet plop came as the wriggling tongue up her butt exited, "Love you too, baby." Like a good girl, her mom got right back to it, planting wet sloppy kisses on her ass. Sophia rested her chest on the back of the couch, revealing in the moment. No yelling, no disappointment. Just the kind of nice shit her mama could have been doing all along.
The mental image of what her mom looked behind her, Sophia's cum dripping down her chin, only added that much more to the experience. Broad ass of her own, gaping from Gloria's prostrate position, tits on the floor, lush lips mashed against her daughter' body. A happy expression on the woman's face, all thanks to her daughter thoughtfully introducing her to the right man.
Wiggling her butt in a moment of self-indulgence, Sophia stood up, naked from the waist down, and stepped away, turning to look down at her mother, literally kneeling at her feet, a happy smile on her face and nothing but thoughts of cock and pussy between her ears. The coldness that had grown between them since Sophia triggered was long gone, evaporating in the light of their new normal. Her mom had been so gray as to almost fade away into nothing, but now, this bitch was fifty shades of dark chocolate.
"Go on, we did good tonight. Suck some cocks and maybe we'll let you eat like a big girl tonight."
"Thank you baby," Gloria said, standing up and moving to the door, "I'm so proud of you, Sophia."
A smile broke across the teenager's face, not just for the compliment from her mother, but thinking about the man who put there. 'Fucking Danny', Sophia thought with a smile, 'Shit, he knows me too well.'
Out in the hallway, pandemonium reigned, only getting louder and more intense as she made her way back to the entrance. Somebody had picked up her shit, putting it in a nice neat pile under the main desk by the front door. Squishily she put her panties back on, pulling her tights up to complete the look. It wasn't exactly comfortable, but she had come to save a sticky mess pressed up tight against her body. Her mask had become askew, likely from all those mom kisses, and she straightened it carefully, shaking her ass on the way out the door.
You never knew who might be visiting tonight, and Shadow Stalker needed to make a good impression.
There was a back hallway, the sounds of sex still echoing in the hall, and at the end there was a big locked door. She unlocked it, using her key, and went into the small office. In the back of that room was a sliding panel, and through that, into the building next door. The Dockworker's Association had publicly purchased that, and if the Gloria Hess woman was running a Brothel next door, how were they supposed to know?
A matching room waited for her, and opened the unlocked door there, hearing several voices including who she was looking for.
Sophia felt her heart skip a beat, walking out in costume, the sight of the equally caped up Godfather and Blackjack greeting her. Danny looked like a king as usual, fancy mask over a a business suit, but Taylor looked like a riot. Sparkling red dress, long bare legs on top of point matching heels, fuck, Sophia loved rolling with these badasses. They did all the thinking, and let her do the punching, just the way she liked it. With them was Beans, that boring fuck, and that cop, the boat cop that Danny liked so much.
"Thanks for joining us, Sophia," Taylor said, patting her leg.
Shadow Stalker took her seat, giving her mistress a kiss on the cheek, and Danny gestured to the cop.
"Newly promoted Captain Vickers here brought us some interesting news."
The man held up a vanilla folder, and Sophia noticed it had PRT markings on it. "As of today, the hero cops are turning an investigation over to me, new head of the Gang Investigation unit." Everyone shared a low chuckle at that. "Their conclusion, signed by both the senior cape, and that cold bitch Piggot, is that there is no longer a Protectorate or PRT concern with whatever remains of the Merchants. Unless Squealer reappears, anyway."
They all turned as one, and Sophia's eyes followed, widening seeing the corner of the room.
"Not likely," Danny concluded, "Seeing as we have her well in hand." The ex-Merchant Tinker had run back on foot to a thoroughly compromised secondary workshop, one of their new tinker's own gadgets set up to trap her. Now Squealer was tied up in the corner, waiting on their own new hire to provide a solution to clean her ravaged body. Greg wasn't trusted yet to be fully brought into the gang, but Sophia was getting him there. Slowly.
"So. Now what?" Beans' question hung in the air, and everyone looked at Godfather, clearly deep in thought.
"We have Rune, but what she told us... it's tough. The Empire is dug in deep."
Taylor lay her head on her father's shoulder, which meant that Sophia could lay her head on Taylor's, "So Lung?" The brunette asked.
"The ABB," Godfather intoned, "Is a fucking blight. Let's fucking put it out of it's misery."
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Chapter 14
"Do you like it?"
She did, but didn't want to admit it.
"Greg, it looks like you turned Lean into a car!"
The long sedan in front of them had begun life as a Cadillac, but now like a relic from a post-apocalyptic movie about pimp on pimp violence. The meshing of two tinkers specialties had resulted in a heavily built bright purple tank of a vehicle that had interior and exterior shag carpeting, and a little leaping jaguar hood ornament that fired a beam weapon that Sherrel promised wasn't 'entirely' lethal.
Speaking of, the woman in question stood behind Greg, towering over him, her skin and face much improved following a week submerged in one of his inventions, a tub filled with viscous white fluid that under threat of torture her underling continues to maintain isn't cum.
"Shadow Stalker," Greg whined, "This is cape stuff, call me my cape name."
Shaking her head, Sophia continued to pace around the deep purple abomination of a car. The gang's new tinker and her current annoyance followed her around, chiming in with pointless commentary, like a puppy with a pathetic YouTube channel. It made her angry and sad, all at once.
Still, a free car was a free car, Greg and their other new recruit putting it together in record time. The woman has a raspy voice, often raised in a cutting tone, contrasted with the boy's high pitched earnestness, and Sophia found she kinda dug it.
"White Dynamite knows his shit, uh, stuff boss lady." Squealer had on a tight and flattering mechanic suit, unbuttoned down to show off her big dumb ex-merchant cleavage. Even with her 'enhancements' the ex-Merchant had a woman's body that just didn't quit, only her larger overall frame hiding that she had tits as big as Emma's. Stains lined her bodysuit, showing that for now at least, Greg was letting Sherrel do all the dirty work. While Danny had kept Rune locked up and away from daily operations of the new Association, their captive Squealer had been fast-tracked to recruitment. A little time with Taylor and her dad had brought her most of the way around, and then giving her to their own tinker and probationary member had finished the job.
The thought of being forced to work with that pushover weak-tit Empire chick had pissed her off at first, but Taylor had shown her proof that Sophia was stronger and meaner than that blonde bitch could ever be. She was the Association's long knife in the dark with no questions asked and always would be.
Lube Job, Squealers re-branded name, had as a side-effect of her underwater detox nap become fucking devoted to Greg, and what made it worse was that her schoolmate didn't even seen to be taking full advantage. It wasn't exactly the same vibe that Emma or their moms had given off, but clearly something in that healing process has melded Sherrell to the dork's side, and gave her huge ladyboner towards him in the process. As Sophia watched, the now-clean and voluptuous woman stepped in front of Greg, bending over so the tight jumpsuit clung tight to her ass, and the dingus barely noticed, too excited rambling about the car's purple smoke projectors. Gross.
"I'll take your word for it. You have my new toys?"
Some tinkers struggled to find their specialty, and others triggered knowing it right away. Sherrel had explained that at first, she thought she was focused on vehicles in general, but over time, came to realize that the bigger, meaner, and more 'primitive' the construction, but more 'oomph' her power gave her when building it.
By contrast, Greg knew apparently the moment he woke up in the hospital, coming home after being healed by Panacea. Technology that focused on helping young women maximize the ability to earn profit by leveraging sexuality at the street level. Greg made gizmos that helped hookers hook better, or helped him manage them more effectively. And in the process, made them loyal to either him, or anyone designated. She had to admit, as goofy as he could be, this shit was a little scary, already she could imagine her mother's retention rate on keeping girls at the Lazarette was going to stay at 100%.
God, he was such a pain in Sophia's ass.
"I sure do, come on over."
He had on a lab coat, the only one that Sophia ever seen with a matching white fur liner. The curvy and older Sherrel followed along, like a skanky puppy, and they all gathered around a workbench in the old abandoned Shoreline garage. On the table was her costume, or an upgraded version of it, the top cut down to a bustier that might, on a good day, cover her nipples, and a pair of hot pants below the waist. Built into the design was a force-field, or so Greg said, but still, trading out armor to look hot stirred up feelings of both pride and disquiet.
"So the forcefield array requires four simple lab grown gemstones." Greg gestured to a handkerchief covering a corner of the workplace and pulled it aside. "By placing them in these receptacles, an energy field is created around your body, providing superior protection compared to simple repurposed Kevlar.
Sophia felt her thumbs feeling itchy, and stared at his bouncing neck. Slowly she crammed her rage back down into herself, idly pitying the strap-on she would use tonight to take her frustration out on her mother's ass.
"Does," She said slowly, "it need to be in the form of a butt plug?"
He grinned, and gave the grimacing black girl a thumbs up, "Yeah, at least one. And the other three are a clit piercing and two nipple barbells. With those in place, you'll be as safe as one of White Dynamite's bitches, like a lamb und-" Greg's voice trailed off as Sophia held a finger up to his face, turning to Sherrel.
Sophia felt conflicted when it came to 'Lube-Job'. The woman had been a complete wreck according to Beans, not even attempting to act as a gang leader like Skidmark. All the older white woman had wanted to do was get high and wrench on trucks. Greg had solved the former, or at least cut it down to where their pet vehicle tinker wouldn't be crumbing through withdrawal any longer, and as for the later, the garage gave plenty to do to keep her idle hands busy.
"This legit?"
"Oh, sure," Lube Job said with a crooked grin, "I'm wearing a set right now. Try me."
Damn, top slut! Not even Sophia's mom might be so brazen. Her mind projected the mental image of the solid but still curvy woman and she had to admit, Sophia liked what she saw. Thick tits capped with a barbell, clit piercing poking out below, and if she turned around and bent over, a dipstick located in back. Then, like a cancer, Greg's face appeared from the side and she shook her head clear of the nightmarish dissonance.
"Will do."
This is why Sophia could never have joined the good guys. She just didn't have the patience for paperwork bullshit. Taking a step back, she took out one of her crossbows and aimed at the woman's left foot. From this short distance, there wasn't even a split second of delay from when she pulled the trigger and the bolt striking Lube Job's foot, the plastic shaft shattering on a suddenly shimmering pink heart-shaped energy shield.
Sophia gave the fading energy shield a disapproving look, "Not exactly subtle. Can you change how it looks?" It had only been a few inches across, blocking the bolt, but it had filled the immediate area with bright pink light.
"Categorically not," Greg said, "That's just how it looks."
The Association enforcer sighed, "Fine I guess. What else?"
"Godfather said you needed a weapon for hand to hand combat, right?" Greg, no fucking way was she even going to think about him as White Dynamite, even in her head, stepped to another part of the table.
"Yeah," Sophia said testily, "I'm a little faster and stronger than I used to be. Something to make use of in CQC could be pretty handy."
On the table in front of the weird nerd was a collection of three dildos, pink, purple, and red. Gesturing at them like the fucking social buffoon that he was, Sophia took the hint and picked one up, feeling the heft and weight in the sex toy, judging it against the ones that Taylor kept in her basement to use on Emma and her when they'd been bad... or good.
"Uh, it seems a little on the nose, but I guess I could use it like a little baton or some-" Her comment was cut short as he reached over and tapped a recessed button she hadn't seen, the small hand-sized toy extending out to at a width of at least six feet.
Now, the long staff seemed heavier, whatever Tinker bullshit the gizmo ran on making it feel heavy enough to do some serious damage. "Fuck yeah," Sophia muttered, twirling it around until finally taking it in both hands and swinging the bulbous bottom of the device into the concrete floor of the workshop, sending chips of cement flying.
"And hey, watch this." Greg invaded her personal space again, thumbing a second button near the top. The cockhead at the top morphed into a little statue of a leaping cougar, matching the one on Greg's pimpmobile, and from it came a tinny falsetto voice that Sophia knew instantly was just the tinker putting a voice on.
"This pussy is ready to purr!"
"Nope," Sophia said, pressing the first button again and returning the device to it's smaller size, "No way, no fucking way." She dropped the extendible staff like it was going to bite her, back onto the table with the other two copies. "You take that shit out, and while you're at it, make me one that doesn't look like I'm taking a plastic dick into combat."
Greg looked confused, but Sherrel nodded her head, getting Sophia's point.
"You... " Sophia suppressed her anger again, "Haha. I get it. Funny funny, dildo staff. Bitch, I have to go out and fight, and if I take sex-toy with me, that puts me on the radar of PHO people I don't want to be on. You think Kaiser, or Oni-Lee are going to get a laugh out of this shit? Fuck no. The fucking buttplug forcefield is at least concealable, but this is too much. You can fix it, right?"
At first it looked like he might try to say he couldn't, but Sherrel reached under the bench to pull out what looked like a normal extendable baton. "Told you, WD, she wouldn't go for it. I made him make some normal ones, no catch phrase or hood ornament, I promise."
"Boo," Greg said, crossing his arms in annoyance, "Boring!" Lube-Job looked at the nerd affectionately, but Sophia just wanted to be done here.
Picking up one of the less ridiculous extending staves, Sophia stuck it in her belt, glad that at least one of their Tinkers had a brain cell.
"Ok," Sophia said contentedly, "What else you got?"
-
The night air was crisp, and this far into the city the overwhelming salt scent of the bay was cut by the smell of diners and food trucks, all combining into a complex odor that Danny associated with life in Brockton. He had on a heavy coat, nice clothes underneath, but nothing particularly fancy. Tonight he was out and about as Danny, and at his side, Taylor, his daughter, but to anyone who saw them, they would accurately guess they were lovers.
"This is great, Daddy!" The tone that she put on the word was teasing, and a passing couple gave them both a long disapproving look. Taylor had on a short black dress, new, bought out of some of the Association's growing profits. It was cut for looks, not comfort, and her long bare legs must be freezing by now. It highlighted her new body, straight lines drawing the eye to her long legs, low cut top showing off his daughter's ample cleavage. Her ass shook when she walk, just a little, and the tight dress showed every wobble. She had her head on his arm, long rich brown curls cascading down her back like a river.
They were headed to dinner at one of the nicest restaurants in the city, one on the third floor of a downtown building with very private booths and a great view of the bay. Danny had parked their car, Alan Barnes sporty little black mid-life crisis BMW coupe, and a valet had parked it for them. Now they were just taking in the air before their big date night.
"Thanks for suggesting this, Taylor," He said, standing behind her and wrapping her in his arms. "I'm burning the candle at both ends now, keeping the Association's public face afloat all day, and managing the private side at night."
Cool night air washed over them on the little patio by the restaurant entrance, otherwise devoid of people. He rested his chin by her ear, and felt her soft ass press against the erection in his pants. Danny knew his daughter's body well by now, and could effortlessly imagine them nude as he fucked her, his balls slapping her thighs, the way her anus has tightened on his rod as she came. Taylor reached up to caress his face, sighing softly at their closeness.
"I'm glad you wanted to go. We needed a little time alone, and it seemed like a good opportunity to wrap things up for myself."
Dinner would be followed by dessert, then a show, but Danny didn't want them to focus on the destination. Right now, tonight, was about the journey.
Taking her hand, Danny led her to the entrance to the restaurant, and a well-dressed doorman let them inside. The sound of the city behind them faded the moment the door behind them shut, and a soft classic string quartet took its place.
"Good evening, sir," A pretty young woman about Anne Barnes' age said with a professional smile, "How may I help?"
"Hebert," Danny said, hoping he'd get everything right. Between dating in college and then living by the docks, he and Annette never had the opportunity to try anything this fancy on their rare nights out.
"Of course," The woman said, glancing at a tablet in her hands, "Right this way."
'Fancy stuff' Danny thought as they walked around, 'Worth every penny.'
Taylor beamed, the sight of her happy face combining with the sexually explosive body barely kept in check by the short black dress meant that every eye was on her as they walked to their table. Her ass pulled the eye as it passed, impossible to ignore, and the little black dress ended just below. The long shapely legs going down to the floor met strappy stiletto heels, oozing sex as she walked. Looking up, people saw a pair of high and tight tits, round and proud, the source of lust in men, and jealousy in women. All those men, and not a few women, first looked his daughter up and down, undressing her with their eyes, then glanced at the thin man with her, jealousy written across their faces.
God, it made Danny feel satisfied. His body felt stronger, more than it had been when he was just a weedy little apprentice right out college, pulling cargo of the great long ships in the bay. Now his limbs were toned, his chest full, and he had heard nothing but praise from Taylor and her friends about his body. Sophia had noticed his growing strength, now that he'd claimed their mothers. Emma only had eyes for the strength in his hands and hips, the better to use her body for his satisfaction. At night, Taylor whispered to his cock, the cock that made her, that seemed made for her now. Danny felt his erection grow, and moved behind Taylor to preserve at least some dignity.
The girl leading him to their seat must know that he had no interest in her, not with his daughter around in that dress, but still, she gave his arm a pat before going back to the front, leaving them in a quiet booth at the end of a row, seemingly alone as they faced a broad open window, the dark rolling ocean visible in the distance.
"Huh," He said quietly, "I think that girl just flirted with me."
Taylor only laughed, sitting next to him, and leaned into his side. "Duh, dad, you're hot. Big-DILF energy, all that. Good for her, not that she has a chance."
"Guess so," He muttered, putting an arm around his daughter. "Not that I'd ever do anything with anyone you didn't approve of."
"I know," She said, smirking, then turned up to whisper in his ear, "If she's smart, she'll go home, put on her best fuck-me heels and nothing else, and suck her own daddy's dick. There's nothing like it, and I should know." Danny felt the heat behind her words and marveled at his own creation. Annette had been a loving wife, but always busy with school and life. He had never gotten a chance to share his fecund imagination with her, but Taylor seemed to be lock step with him.
"I think maybe there are lots of daughters out there, who might benefit from that," Danny punctuated the thought with a kiss, their mouth meeting and tongue dancing in a forbidden taboo spiral. His daughter began muttering all the ways she could use her power on strangers, steering them into incest, and his heart began to pound.
He gripped the table, suddenly afraid his cock might split his pants, but luckily they both heard the sharp tapping footsteps of someone walking down the aisle to their booth, and Taylor leaned away from him in time for them both to be semi-composed as the waiter rounded the corner. They both ordered, Taylor letting him choose for her from the vaguely snooty menu, and then they were alone again, the sexual tension still present, but nice quiet companionship taking over for the time being.
"Zoe seems happy," Danny said conversationally, "The boys seem to love her."
Taylor laughing, taking a drink of water before responding, "Greg called them all momcons, which I guess is an internet thing, it just means they like an older woman with a caring side." She rolled her eyes, "I'd say that he has some, uh, strong views on that himself, which means that we might have to put a cot in his workshop for his mom, soon."
"Oh," Danny said uncomfortably, "Does he uh, know, exactly what we can do?"
Patting his arm, his daughter shook her head, "Other than you and me, and the girls we've um, helped?" Her eyes sparkled and Danny shrugged in agreement with the term, "Only Beans knows the full story, and even he thinks it only works on women. Greg says he just wants to tell his mom about his Tinkering, but all the nude mannequins he built to model his clothes look like just her."
He cocked his head, "Well, I'm certainly not in a position to judge him."
Their dinner came and they ate and talked, the steps they had taken at their home having brought them back together, now their relationship was changing into something else, more mature and meaningful, satisfying to them both. Danny opened up about how much better he felt now that his days were spent building something real with the Association, rather than presiding over its slow dissolution.
Taylor talked about her schooling, arranged by Jan. The paperwork officially listed Gloria Hess and Zoe Barnes as being responsible for teaching the girls, but only Taylor was doing the work. Sophia's necessary skill set couldn't be learned from a book, and Emma already knew everything she'd ever need. With that on the books, all official and proper, the three girls had effectively vanished off the radar of the city authorities.
"You don't miss it?" Danny asked.
Taylor rolled her eyes, setting her dessert fork down on the fancy plate, "Dad, I hated school. Not just Winslow, but school in general. Now I get to study at my own pace, learn whatever I want, and I get all the socialization I can stand from horny Association guys looking for an invite to the Lazarette."
Her hand drifted to his leg, and Danny leaned back content to let Taylor set the pace. She had discretion, at least enough not to pull her top down and began sucking him off right in the middle of the restaurant, but a little touching wouldn't hurt. Her fingers found the outline of his rod through his pants, and she hooded her eyes, inhaling and exhaling slowly as she began massaging his stiffness.
"I love you, daddy."
His mustache twitched he leaned in to kiss her, "I love you."
Their lips met and sparks flew, that heat in his body roaring, demanding an escape, to bury itself fully in his daughter. It wouldn't be tonight, but it would be soon. Taylor just looked so good, the curve of her ass in the shorts she wore to the Association office, the swell of her tits in her Blackjack costume. As much fun as Danny was having bouncing Emma on his cock, the girl's holes tight forever as a result of his power or pushing Sophia down to her knees in the shower to suck him off, bright eyes looking up over her sucking mouth, craving approval. he was ready to take things all the way with Taylor. Even know, drinking her in with her eyes, the rest all felt like a distraction, his daughter the true goal.
But first he needed to know, Danny needed to be certain about a few things.
The sound of footsteps coming down the hall again cued Taylor to reluctantly, and achingly slowly, pull her hand off his cock, putting it on his knee. The cute waitress left the bill, and Danny pulled his wallet out, counting out cash enough to leave a generous tip.
"Dad," Taylor said, and held up the bill. On it was the girl's number, and a little note that read, 'Happy to play 3rd'.
"Damn," Danny said, "That's flattering, but maybe a little risky."
His daughter shrugged and sighed, setting the paper slip on the table, under the cash. "Still flattering though." Danny stood taking her hand, and together they walked out of the restaurant. He checked his watch, confirming the time, and lifted his arm to pull Taylor into a hug.
"Not long now. It's a little ways up, about two blocks."
Together, her head leaning on his arm, his hand held in hers against her chest, they strolled through the upscale commercial area of the city. Nearby, a glittering multiplex movie theater advertised twenty different flavors of escapism, and the crowd around them got thicker. There hadn't been many people around them back when they left the fancy restaurant, but now they had trouble seeing through the throng of people.
Both Heberts pushed on, talking quietly as they enjoyed their evening stroll. Together, they seemed to key in on a conversation ahead of them, the crowd thinning as they moved down past the denser shopping area, three girls about a half block ahead talking loudly.
As they watched, two of them, in very clear view of a nearby camera, moved on past an alley, but a third remained behind. She hesitated, then darted down the 'Shortcut' that Sophia had supplied her.
Danny and Taylor turned down a different alley, one that intercepted the other. Now out of sight of any onlookers, both used their Parahuman speed to race ahead, their footsteps echoing off the brick walls around them.
"Emma?" A weak voice called out, "Sophia? Did you guys come back to me? This alley just dead-ends, or goes back from where we came."
The sight of Madison Clements, her phone pickpocketed by Sophia and tossed down a drain, not expected by her parents for hours, stood shivering, staring at the two capes, wearing masks Danny had hidden under his coat.
Time for dessert.
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Chapter 15
"Oh, I don't think she minds."
Madison had a gag in her mouth, and her eyes were wide open, staring at them. Taylor giggled and reached out, running a finger down the petite girl's cheek, the gentle touch earned a muffled shriek through the rag stuffed in the little bitches mouth. It had taken them no trouble at her, her and her father, they had brought the girl down quickly, tying her up and meeting Sophia in the BMW, stuffing Madison in the trunk out of sight of any pesky cameras.
It had been possible that Emma might recognize Taylor or Danny even in their costumes, but like Sophia, Madison had no clue who had kidnapped her. They only had a limited amount of time with her, and plenty to do, so Taylor had kept her excited hands to herself, waiting patiently as her dad drove far past the usual Association haunts on the docks to a building on the very edge of town. As her dad pulled the car off the road they both put their masks back on, smiling at each other in anticipation of a night well spent.
"Nice night," Danny had said, stepping out, and Taylor joined him by the trunk.
Leaning up to kiss the edge of her father's cheek, peeking out under his mask, Taylor let her hand drift to his chest, caressing him through his shirt. "The best," She had confirmed.
They both turned to face the trunk, only the dim light of the moon lighting the scene, and popped it open, the open staring eyes of Madison staring out at them like twin white marbles. The cutesy little bitch started to wail, but Taylor had expected that, taking pleasure in reaching down and clamping a hand on the last of her tormentors to be given a little corrective therapy.
"If you're quiet," Taylor had said patiently, "We'll make this easy."
Instead of cooperating, Madison began shouting into her gag, and so the taller girl gave her father a shrug. He had planned on carrying the petite girl in his arms, but instead simply threw her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Both Heberts walked into the small building, an old abandoned bait shop, and Danny had put Madison on a table set up over an open hole in the floor, the waves of the bay sloshing in and out below them.
"Think she minds the accommodations?" Her father had just asked her.
At Taylor's flippant response, Madison screamed into the gag, the pint-sized cuntwipe showing a shocking amount of backbone. Looking at her father in surprise, Danny sighed, pulling Madison to the edge of the table, her stubby little legs kicking at his hands. Her waist was small, and the ropes around her breasts highlighted how small they were, only a slight swelling of flesh under her printed top.
Earlier, Emma and Sophia had been dressed casually, the athlete in a loose wind suit from her time on the track team, while the one-time model had on nice but loose clothing, all the better to hide their changed bodies. By contrast, Madison was dressed like she usually was, saddle shoes from the kids department on her feet, too-cute printed jumper over leggings and little barrettes in her short straight brown hair. Annoyingly, she did have a cute face, big hazel eyes over a button nose, and a mouth that was expressive, even now when fear filled her expression. The jumper hid her ass entirely, but Taylor had snuck a look, the thin panties covering a soft butt that had a hint of roundness, both cheeks easily palmable in her father's hands. The too-young ensemble had seemed silly enough at Winslow, but looked wildly out of place now, as she lay on her back.
Leaning up to kiss her dad, Taylor melted into him, her arms trapped between their bodies, squirming as his hands squeezed her ass through the thin dress. Looking up into his eyes, she felt more love in that moment than she could have ever believed possible before her trigger.
"After you," 'Godfather' said quietly.
Turning, 'Blackjack' let a giddy laugh escape her mouth. "I can't wait."
From her spot lying on her back on the long table, Madison had watched their little moment of shared affection with confusion and fear, but as soon as the unknown female cape approached her, the petite brunette howled in anger.
Leaning into her side, Taylor winked at her father, her mind filling with cutting words.
"Would you even be pissed, if he brought you here to rape you?"
Instead of shrinking in on herself, Madison only seemed stunned, a poleaxed expression on her face, legs still and mouth thankfully silent.
How curious.
Taylor had tuned her first insult to get Madison to stop fighting them, and it had certainly worked. Now she let the little mental rolodex flicker through to find something to get their dessert to hurt, to suffer, to be on the receiving end of even a little of the suffering the trio had caused her over the last year and a half.
"No man on earth would bother using you like that."
That seemed to do the trick, but Madison only groaned once before stilling again, her eyes locked with laser precision on Taylor's father undressing across the room, her stare roaming over his muscles and settling on his cock, expression both afraid and angry at what she couldn't have. Blinking, Taylor tried again, letting her power drive.
"That's not for you, you flat-chested stick. You'll never feel a cock like that."
Fuck. Danny had frozen across the room, setting his folded underwear on the little pile he had set up on a nearby box. "What?" He seemed confused. "Are we still doing this?"
Taylor nodded. She aimed for maximum pain, the most hurtful possible thing she could say to Madison at this moment.
"You're going to be killed before being raped tonight, dying a kissless virgin."
Madison began crying at that, trying to speak through her gag. Out of morbid curiosity, Taylor pulled it out of the girl's mouth, knowing they were in no danger of any outsiders intruding on the scene. The short girl took a deep breath, inhaling deeply and seemingly calming herself before speaking to Danny, averting her eyes from Taylor.
"I'm tight, mister. Real tight. If you fuck me, you'll love it I promise, and if you let me go, you can have me any time you want, just snatch me right off the street and I'll do anythi-" Taylor put the gag back in.
"Oh my god, she's into it. Like, she's fucking distraught that we might not molest her tonight."
Danny stepped over, his long thick erection wobbling in the dim light of the naked bulb hanging from the ceiling. "Uh, that was the plan though, right?"
Madison gave a husky muffled response to that, and Taylor flicked her earlobe, grinning smugly as the shorter girl shrieked into her gag. "Yeah, it is. Shit. This robs this of most of the fun for me."
"What about her clothes?" Her dad asked.
Below them, lying on the table, the gagged girl mumbled something. Curious to what Madison could possibly have to say, Taylor pulled the gag aside to let her speak freely.
"These are old," Madison said, batting her eyes at the masked Taylor, "Go nuts."
Ugh. Taylor put the gag back in, and let herself calm down. The point of tonight wasn't just taking out her frustration on Madison by joining her dad in hate-fucking the little goblin, but it was a pretty big point.
Behind her, Danny stepped up, letting his hands roam over Madison's leggings. Slowly, he slipped one shoe off her foot, then the other, the glossy black footwear dropping to clatter on the wooden floor below them. Curious despite herself, Taylor moved to stand by her father and watched him reach down and push Madison's jumper up over her lower belly, exposing the top of her leggings, a pair of bright colorful panties beneath. Her little legs formed a pink V, spread wide, her shortness making her easy for her dad to toss around. Despite herself, Taylor had to admit that the little shit had a cute face, a smile growing on her pink lips, eyes beginning to sparkle with hopeful lust.
Instead of cowering like Emma and Sophia, or even raging, the shorter girl seemed to be getting increasingly turned on, a wet spot forming on her panty clad pussy. Despite knowing that Madison was like five months older than Emma, the wriggling legs looked obscene, patterned panties that neither Taylor or Sophia would be caught dead in wet and dripping between Madion's legs. Vaguely disgusted, Taylor got behind her dad, feeling the muscles in his sides and his chest, one hand reaching down to stroke his cock, at last giving herself something pleasurable to focus on.
Looking in from the side, Taylor could see her father grasp Madison's tight leggings, pulling them up, lifting the girl a few inches off the broad wooden table. With a long tearing riiiip he tore a hole in the garment, pulling both ragged sides to expose a strip of pale exposed flesh on either of Madison's thighs, and the increasingly wet panties in the center. She reached in to touch the soft flesh of the other girl's thighs, and it felt as creamy and smooth as Emma's enhanced body, the touch causing the bound brunette to thrash her hips, shaking her non-existent tits in anticipation.
"Ugh," Taylor said, "She's still super into it. This is fucked up Madison. What's wrong with you?"
Her father was undeterred, hooking a finger under the elastic of the exposed girly panties, tugging them up and down, back and forth, causing Madison to moan and grunt through her gag. He looked back at Taylor, gesturing at the rag in the girl's mouth, and she sighed and nodded. Danny reached down and pulled the gag free, clamping a hand over their plaything's mouth.
"Don't make me put that back. Nod if you understand."
Madison nodded in a very deliberate way. He pulled his hand away and reached back to lift the back of Taylor's dress, past the lack of an undergarment on his daughter, his thick calloused middle finger probing the entrance to her hole. She glanced up and was pleased to see his look of satisfaction, and Taylor widened her stance, giving his thick finger more access to curl inside her body.
"Thank you, umm," She blinked, clearly not knowing how to address the strange cape man that was assaulting her.
"Call me Godfather. And she's Blackjack."
The girl squirmed as Taylor's father tugged her panties aside, rubbing her pussy lips with one hand as he fingered his daughter with the other. She started to respond, but her mouth formed an 'O' as Danny slipped a finger inside the petite brunette, using his thumb to stimulate her clit at the same time. Her eyes crossed and Taylor could see the muscles of their guest's pussy tightening around her father's finger.
"Do you want to get fucked, Madison?"
The girl nodded, her chest moving up and down as she took deep gulping breaths. Her heart shaped face looked mad, eyes blinking and looking rapidly between father and daughter, her mouth making little sucking motions like Madison envisioned something probing her mouth to match the digit in her vagina. Her penny-sized pink nipples were hard, like BBs, and the small areolas around them crinkled with arousal.
"And what do you think about Blackjack here watching you?"
Taylor had moved forward, feeling the soft feeling of her expensive dress up over her back, a second and then third finger slipping into her, causing her to grunt and moan as much as Madison. The girl on the table tried to speak, but a great tearing sound filled the room as Danny tore the panties free, tossing them into the rolling water beneath the shack.
"Use your words, Madison Clements. Do you want me to fuck you in front of Blackjack?"
Both girls locked eyes, Taylor seeing a tormenter, perhaps the least of them, but still a girl she held a grudge against. What Madison must be seeing is a beautiful woman in an expensive dress and a mask, a cape, who had earlier used a parahuman power to attempt to Flay her to her bones.
"I'll eat her pussy while you do, if you want."
He laughed again, "That's cute, but not tonight I think. I need to concentrate while I'm fucking you."
The look on the short girl's heart-shaped face was pure sex, need, and hunger, rolled into one. A little pink tongue darted out to lick Madison's lips as her body quivered, the entirety of the girl's physical form screaming at them to get on with it.
Danny barked a sharp laugh, lining up his cock with the smaller girl's pussy. It looked ludicrous lying over her belly, the purple tip seemed from his daughter's perspective to nestle just below Madison's tiny excuses for tits. He pulled his hips back, and the length sank into position, both girls staring intently at the sight. Taylor was able to look back and see the fat head splitting the little lips of Madison's cunt, her dad's fuck stick obscenely large next to the short girl's frame. He teased her entrance with his rod, while his left hand pumped fingers in and out of Taylor's own sopping hole.
With a grunt, he began working it into the short girl, grunting with exertion as his length pushed into her. Madison helped, her little tongue caught tight between her pink lips as she concentrated, eyes narrowed, and wiggled her hips to let Danny's long thick cock split her open. Her lower lips were just as cute, and as he fucked the little crazy slut, Taylor felt him put a second finger into her, splitting his attention between both his night's companions.
For a few minutes, he toyed with both girls, but then he winked at Taylor and she knew the time had come.
Taylor frowned a little as his hand withdrew, but knew he needed to focus. She pivoted around the table, so that on one end her father began fucking Madison, on their left was Taylor looking on, pulling her dress up and over her body, and across from Taylor was the hole, a drop of about ten feet to the ocean below. The whisper of cloth through the air exposed her body to the dim light of the room, her breasts casting shadows across her lower body.
It looked like a giant fucking a horny chipmunk, Madison grunting and snarling, eyes rolled back in her head as Danny's hips crashed into her raised thighs. The short girl's stubby legs were still in the shape of a pink V, angled up and out, held firm in Taylor's father's hands. He leaned over her, shadows cast by the lone naked bulb, light and dark flickering over Madison's face as he pushed and pulled his cock through their captive. Madison in the remains of her immature, too cutesy clothing looked like a wreck, skin blotchy, sweat matting her hair down, and growing bruises from where Danny had gripped her ankles like levers. Still, she gurgled incoherently, seemingly egging him to go even harder.
With her own nude body revealed, Taylor's tits and ass unleashed, she began to attract attention from Madison, the girl's face turning to focus on her second kidnapper. Almost in reflex, the tall brunette posed sexily, before remembering that it was Madison who was supposed to be tonight's first dessert course, not her. If their guest had time to ogle Taylor, then clearly she was in need of further stimulation.
She had seen this so many times by now, but she didn't think Danny had taken either Emma or Sophia's virginities. But based on what her Flayer had told her, before five minutes ago, Madison had never so much as kissed anyone.
Well, never say Taylor didn't think about other people.
Leaning in, Taylor's lips met the reclining brunette's, Madison's tongue pushing out to wrestle with the taller girls. 'God damn she's horny,' Taylor though, and let her hands begin exploring under the jumper, pulling it up and over Madison's body. The torn leggings were being gripped by Danny, and used as reins, letting him fuck the petite girl's body like a fucking cocksleeve.
Moving a little to stare down into their guests eyes, Taylor could see Madison's own had rolled back, only inarticulate sounds coming out of the girl's open mouth.
"You think it's working?" Taylor asked.
Her dad grunted, "Tough to say. She's a cute little thing."
Ugh, she kinda was. She pinched one of Madison's little nipples, causing the girl to snap back to reality, shrieking and grunting in one breath as the taller girl tweaked the rock hard tic-tacs on the girl's chest.
"Madison?"
The brunette turned to face Taylor, uncomprehending.
"Do you recognize this voice?" Again, only a blank look on the sweating, bucking teenager. Slowly, Taylor removed her mask, exposing her face. "And now?"
"Um, sorry," Madison said, panting. Based on her dad's own body language, he was close. Taylor needed this satisfaction from her last bully, and needed it now, in case things went poorly.
Taylor twisted her body, leaning over Madison so her now exposed face was clearly in view of the panting fuck toy. "I'm Taylor, you dumb bitch."
"Fuck!" Madison shrieked, seemingly having an orgasm on Danny's cock, "Taylor who?"
"Taylor Hebert!" She shrieked!
"Oh, fuck, man. Shit... I! Didn't! Know!" Taylor's father was cumming, seemingly sending Madison around the bend again, "You! Were! Fucking! Cool!"
Standing with hands on bare hips, Taylor looked down at the sight of her dad unsteadily stepping back, his fat cock pulling out of the girl's small body and letting loose a flood of cum from her gaping hole. Madison's pussy lips were pink and puffy, stretched out, a cum-slick tunnel visible between them. A look of blissful peace was on the girl's face, and idly she reached up with her hands to pinch her nipples, the shorter girl still shuddering from aftershocks caused by the twin orgasms.
"Dad," Taylor asked, "Did it work?"
The man was still catching his breath, "Only one way to find out."
He leaned in to clamp a pair of handcuffs on Madison's feet, as Taylor grabbed and shackled her arms to a chain leading to the ceiling.
For a moment Madison's eyes seemed to light up, "Oh, shit, we're doing this?"
Then Taylor leaned back, and kicked her last bully over the edge of the table into the sea.
-
It wasn't the biggest benefit of his changes, but the thirty second refractory period struck Danny as a pretty big perk.
"Fuck," He muttered, and reached out to the now empty table to steady himself. "That one, she's something else."
"Dad," Taylor said, moving in front of him, "I'm tired of thinking about Madison fucking Clements."
She sank to her knees, and in one swift movement took his length down her throat, her tits pressed up hard against his thighs. Danny stood, stance steady, and leaned his head back letting the wonderful sensations wash over him. His dick was still so sensitive, and feeling his daughter's warm wet mouth on his cock was almost enough to knock him flat.
Maybe the old him, anyway. The new him felt his length begin hardening again as Taylor bobbed her face up and down, her lips kissing the base of his prick before pulling back to suckle on the head. Blood filled his penis and he looked down, turning his head one way, then the other, looking at her big hanging tits and round shapely ass.
After several long delicious minutes, seemingly judging him to be sufficiently hard again, Taylor pulled back, kissing his tip, then stood again, eyeing him. "Ready, daddy?"
He glanced over the edge into the open rolling water, then gave her a smile, "Sure am, honey." Taylor turned to lay down on the table, using the shredded remains of Madison's leggings as a blanket to protect her tits, her own compressed beneath her as her weight settled. Danny stepped in behind her, and just as he had been doing the last few weeks when he'd been fucking her ass, his feet stepped inside of hers, kicking them apart.
Below her luscious and fuckable ass was her pussy, the last hole of his daughter's that he had yet to claim. He took his cock in hand, and rubbed its slick length up and down Taylor's sensitive pussy. Looking down at her, he couldn't help but compare her to how she used to look. Shy, weedy, and like a normal teenager. But she had grown into a young woman, with a young woman's body, confident, curvy, a body that made you ache to touch it. He needed to be inside her, to give her the one that that her mother had experienced that so far had been denied to her. "You want it, baby?"
"Dad, yes, please, fuck m!"
He didn't need to be told twice, pulling his hips back, and then stepping forward, his cock splitting his little girl in two. Danny laughed, the sound light and pure, his mind overwhelmed by the sudden and golden realization that it was happening, finally. From the first night they had both triggered, they were on a path that led here.
Gently at first, Danny held her hips, pulling her back in time with his thrusts, the feeling of his cock in her silken hole being intoxicating beyond any liquor that he'd ever had. Quickly, Taylor reached back to put her hands over his, squeezing down hard.
"Rougher, Daddy. I saw you with her, and you know how much tougher I am."
He grinned at the faint trace of anger in her voice, hearing that famous Hebert temper in the statement, and let his fingers dig into the soft flesh of her ass.
"Ok, Taylor. You asked for it."
It had been fun fucking that little slut, her body small enough to use like a toy. In truth, he didn't need to fuck her that hard, the bitch had a hair trigger. Now though, he tensed, feeling his feet square up on the ground below him. Pulling back almost to where his cock would come free of his daughter's pussy, he pushed back in, his prick burying itself deep in her body. Her ass shook against him, her legs moving her weight foot to foot, the anxious energy build up in Taylor's body watching him fuck that girl bleeding out now through unconscious motion.
A thick guttural moan exited Taylor's throat, deep and primal. She bucked like a wild animal beneath him, and he set a brutal pace, using the whole of his body and all of hers with it in their joining, giving him a sense of total sexual completion. Her tits shook beneath her, spreading out against the table as he pounded his daughter. Her cunt held his cock like a vice, accepting it like a sucking mouth as it sawed in, then pulling at it as it moved out. It was warm, almost hot, the sensation of her folds caressing him almost too much to bear.
Again and again, he fucked his daughter's body, her mind driven past all rational thought. Danny smacked her ass, enjoying the wobble, and as he expected it served to pull Taylor back out of her reverie.
"Oh fuck, dad, it's so fucking good!"
She began to move suddenly, to turn over, and he pulled away. Quickly Taylor scrambled back on the table, giving him room to climb over her. With a thrust, he was back inside, and his daughter wrapped her legs around his back. He let his weight fall on her, his hips pumping up and down, the wet sloppy sound of their joining competing with the sound of the ocean below them.
"Fuck!" Danny cried out, and he felt his cock pulse, cum filling his daughter, the hot liquid spilling out of her around the imperfect seal of their joining. Inside Taylor's body, he could feel his power flooding her as his sperm flooded her womb, changing her subtly, finishing the work he had started that very first night. Pulling his dick out, he could see her lower lips gaping around the open hole he had fucked into her, his gift, his seed, still pooled inside Taylor's elevated ass, until she let it drop, a river of their mixed juices pouring out in a rush.
Taylor put her hands around his neck and kissed his face, her lips peppering his with fast, needy kisses. "Daddy, oh shit, I came too. Oh my god, it's so good, fuck, it's just so wonderful."
He laughed a little and lay next to her, pulling Taylor into a hug. His cock was a slick mess, pressed against her ass, and her cunt leaked fluid all over his thighs. Danny pulled her back, her rich brown curls under his nose, her tits pillows under his crossed arms.
They lay together for a time, both of them fatigued from their frenzied coupling.
Time passed them by, the only sounds were their own breathing and the sound of waves sloshing in the water below them.
"Uh, hello?"
Danny sighed, and he propped himself up to look over the edge. Taylor joined him, looking down with a dark look, and they could see the gills on Madison's throat twitching as she used her bound hands and feet to tread water.
"Taylor, if you and your dad really aren't going to kill me, I should get home soon, or my folks will freak."
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